I was sure my heart was done with the madness of another person equal to me. Done.

I’d resigned myself to the fact that I’d had my one true love and that was that. 34 and my heart door was glued shut.

Now, I’m not saying I’m in love because it’s just early days and I’m not in any rush. My whole life has been a rush. I don’t need to declare my unwavering love for someone this fucking minute to validate our being together.

But I will say, I’m happy. I’m enjoying myself. I’m feeling contentment, and possible security and feelings of… What is this… Bliss?

This person has been in my world for a long time. As long as my husband in fact, because… He’s one of Russ’ friends. Here’s a fun fact, the first time I ever kissed Russ was in this person’s garage. And now we’re dating? Weird how things work out, huh?

The word is out and everyone has been so positive and encouraging. Not that it matters what others think really, but it certainly makes a difference to be encouraged over discouraged.

Suddenly I’ve got someone on my mind again, I’m laughing properly, feeling lighter, looking forward to things. I never thought I’d feel those things again. 

It’s not lost on either of us that in order for us to be together, the world lost an adored husband and an amazing friend. We don’t need congrats or accolades for finally finding one another, we’re just us doing our thing and enjoying the beginning of something that may just be pretty fucking magical…